Peerless prodigal system

In an instant, the stage became pitch black.

The sudden situation was indeed unexpected.

This was not Wu Liang's plan, but a malfunction.

Wu Liang, who had been watching the concert, urgently contacted the owner of Tangshan Park and asked him to hurry up to repair it.

Three minutes later, the lights on the stage hadn't turned on, and Song Qianqian hadn't appeared in everyone's sight.

Fanatical fans off the stage began to become restless.

"What the hell! Lost the chain at a critical moment!"

"Garbage Park, Trash Organizer, Trash Concert!"

"Are you kidding me, where is Goddess Qianqian? Just show me this?"

"What the hell is this? 6 people squatting on the grass to watch the stars?"

Not only were there complaints at the concert, but Shark TV's Song Qianqian's live broadcast room was full of complaints.

"The organizer's mother exploded! I just want to appreciate the beautiful legs of Goddess Qianqian. Is there something wrong? Why are you doing this to me!"

"The organizer of the concert is not good enough. How could there be a power failure for such a grand concert!"

"Damn it! No way, something went wrong in the middle of the concert, it's too tantalizing!"

Sun Dali was in a good mood seeing people making complaints at the scene and in the live broadcast room.

The reason why the concert was cut off has a lot to do with Sun Dali.

It was he who sent his subordinates to secretly cut off the power in Tangshan Park.

Seeing that the 5000 million concert was about to be ruined, Sun Dali sneered darkly in his heart: "Wu Liang, Wu Liang, I will let your 5000 million concert go to waste!"

To be honest, the few minutes of the power outage really made the concert scene restless.

Moreover, this is very dangerous, because the crowd is dense and it is dark, and accidents are prone to occur.

At this moment, the lights on the stage suddenly flicked on.

The audience was shocked, including those watching the live broadcast on computers and mobile phones. They were very curious and quickly looked at the thing emitting the light source.

"Damn it! Three Rolls-Royce Phantoms!"

"Absolutely luxury car! The headlights are really bright!"

"I'm really convinced. The planning of the concert is simply too talented. I actually thought of deliberately cutting off the power, and then suddenly gave everyone a surprise."

"It's so enjoyable, it's the first time I've watched this kind of exciting concert with constant surprises!"

"It's a great idea to think of using car lights as stage lights. These three Rolls-Royces cost 3000 million yuan to win. The organizers are really rich!"

In fact, one of the three Rolls-Royce Phantoms belonged to Wu Liang himself, while the other two were driven by two managers from the Rolls-Royce shop in the provincial capital.

They were all good friends of Wu Liang, and it was a normal behavior to drive here, just to cheer Wu Liang, but they didn't expect that it would come in handy at this moment.

When the power was cut off, Wu Liang asked Tangshan Park to repair it immediately, but the fault was a bit serious, and it couldn't be repaired in a while, so Wu Liang had a flash of inspiration and decided to use the car lights as lights temporarily.

Unexpectedly, it had an unexpected effect.

It is really creative to use car lights instead of lights.

Under the human control, the car lights flashed and flashed rhythmically on Song Qianqian.

Song Qianqian is also very upbeat, calm in the face of danger, and sings peacefully.

The range illuminated by the car lights is not as bright as the original lights on the stage, but the beam range is very concentrated.

The light, like moonlight, shone on Song Qianqian, and it really felt like a fairy descended to earth.

In a KTV in the provincial capital, Mr. Chen clapped his hands and applauded: "Creative! I like it! Using car lights as stage lighting, I am convinced!"

Sun Dali, who was still immersed in secret joy because of the power outage, saw that the concert was perfectly rescued by the car lights, and suddenly frowned in surprise: "Is this even okay?"

Not only Sun Dali was shocked, even Huang Lu almost dropped his jaw.

Like Sun Dali, he has been paying attention to Song Qianqian's concert.

"This Wu Liang is really lucky!"

He was jealous in his heart, he had the same thoughts as Sun Dali.

However, Wu Liang did not rely entirely on luck.

Without strength, what luck is there!
In fact, most people didn't have much hope for tonight's concert, and they didn't expect such an explosive effect.

Even the owner of Tangshan Park didn't expect it.

He regretted it now. If he had known that the concert was so popular, he would have charged more money.

Moreover, he also felt sorry for the lawn of the park. Suddenly, 6 people came and crowded the park, which was not very big. Most of the lawn was going to be ruined.

He wants to cry without tears!
At three o'clock in the morning, the concert ended smoothly.

It can be said that this concert was very successful.

Not only the effect of the concert exploded, Song Qianqian's performance was also remarkable.

Although he is not from a major, his singing skills are very good, and the typhoon is not bad.

Song Qianqian is very resilient, and she insisted on singing until more than three o'clock in the morning. Although there was a break during this period, it was definitely physical work and exhausted.

You need to be strong to strike the iron. If Song Qianqian's own conditions are not good enough, it will be useless to explode the effect of the concert program.

Thankfully, she succeeded!
After tonight, she managed to attract a large number of fans.

Those who had never watched her live broadcast before became her fans.

In addition, her popularity has also greatly increased, and she will definitely be on the headlines of major media tomorrow!
The key is her innate unique temperament, which gives her a lot of points, and her affinity is very good.

Right after the concert ended, a group of people frantically flocked up, asking for Song Qianqian's autograph and group photo.

Even though it was already past three o'clock in the morning, everyone's enthusiasm remained undiminished.

Wu Liang was watching the whole concert, but Song Qianqian didn't know it was singing on the stage.

He was very satisfied and happy with Song Qianqian's performance.

After the concert was over, Song Qianqian met Wu Liang.

"Congratulations on the success of your concert." Wu Liang said.

"You're here too." Song Qianqian smiled happily.

When she saw Wu Liang, she was very surprised.

"Of course I want to come to your concert, you are my future wife." Wu Liang said with a cheeky smile.

Song Qianqian blushed instantly, rolled her eyes at Wu Liang, and said angrily, "You...what are you talking about? I don't understand, don't talk nonsense in the future, I...I don't want to fall in love yet."

Later, she changed the subject and asked Wu Liang, "Is there someone to take care of you when you come out in the middle of the night?"

Wu Liang said: "Don't worry, there is my dad."

Song Qianqian nodded, glanced at the butler 9527 next to Wu Liang, and asked suspiciously, "Who is he? Why does he look familiar to me?"

Although Song Qianqian does not work at Prodigal Son Media, when she signed the contract that day, she met 9527 by chance and met once, so she felt familiar at this time.

Wu Liang smiled and said, "This is a friend of mine. It's getting late and you're too tired. I'll drive you home."

The innocent Song Qianqian didn't doubt it either.

She frowned slightly, raised her face and asked, "Are you sending me off?"

Wu Liang smiled and said, "What? I don't look like a good person?"

Song Qianqian really doubted that Wu Liang would plot something wrong.

After all, it was so late, and Wu Liang was not a very familiar person, so these worries were normal.

"No, people from my company sent me home." Song Qianqian smiled awkwardly.

"I almost forgot, you now have an economic company." Wu Liang said with a smile: "Come on, let me take you home, you can rest assured, if I dare to touch you, you can go Report to my mother."

Song Qianqian hesitated for a moment, then said, "I'll go talk to the people in the company."

Then, she turned to talk to someone from the company.

The broker of the brokerage company was standing not far away.

For Song Qianqian's request, the economic man agreed without saying a word.

How dare he not agree, the boss is standing opposite, unless he wants to be fired.

It's just that Song Qianqian is still kept in the dark, but Wu Liang is actually the real boss.

Wu Liang drove the car himself, carrying Song Qianqian to the house that Song Qianqian rented in the provincial capital.

On the way, Song Qianqian called his boss, the local tyrant brother in her live broadcast room.

She was puzzled why the boss didn't show up at the concert and wanted to ask.

At this moment, Wu Liang's cell phone rang.